Monday, July 24, 2017

Bogus lips who wave and
waddle inA wind of fabrication. Bastardized capitulation to
the Terms of simple reason, Killing any last good hope
that Principal might will and win.
Withering on sun-dried
porches, Wallow in your dismal dregs.

When did it become such
labor? Such a ruesome journey just
to Find a fact and lay it out in
Rhythmic sweet simplicity.

When did stealth
subversiveness Become the ruling master
plan? Is it greed? Is it mead to Grace the face of
conversation?

Am I ill to be pragmatic? Wanting fact in place of ilk.
Cast your fate with yellow
dogs When truth subverts to
holiday.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

We can’t seem to get togetherIn this helter-skelter mix.Pathways never quite converge
in Forest green or meadow bright. Often time it’s hill or
mountain Blocking view, come between. Even when we find a tunnel Funneled miles without the
light.

Seeking grand and righteous
virtues You fly high above my brow, Teasing me to grab your wing,
to Fly beside you on your quest.
But flying high above the
crowd, Beyond the clouds, is not my
cup. Grounded here on common soil,I seek only happiness.

No doubt somewhere eons hence
Our kindred souls shall meet
again. But for now we close our blissful
eyes andDream what might have been.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Hail to the heartbreaker, Standing tall. May you get all you consider
your due. May the puppy you thrashed Bounce back biting you In the ass as you sit high on
your wall Looking down, sad, smug smile
on your face. Never imagining you’re the
hard case. Never considering you’re a
disgrace To your gender, Pumped as you are with such
gall.

Truce and truth… Let the moment subside. Pry yourself from the crack Where you hide. Sample humility… swallow some
pride… See what your stifled mem’ry
recalls of A time you sat in opposing
chairs, Totally baffled, unaware of The lead ball headed straight
for your heart,Leaving you desolate… Lost… And small.

Friday, July 21, 2017

There’s a place where
teardrops go To lose their memories, In a land where pain and
sorrow can’t survive. Every heartache knows the way
To pray on bended knees Til the passion of
forgiveness can arrive.

I have felt the winds of
chance Flowing over us Taking all control of fate
from our command. But I know it’s not too late If you believe in you and me.
We can make it if you’ll only
take my hand.

There are words we can’t take
back even If we wanted to. There are things that we have
done We can’t undo. But a future without us is
unacceptable. My life would have no meaning
without you.

There’s a place where we can
go To bring back happiness, Holding all the hope two
people can demand. We can’t find our way alone. That’s impossible. We can make it if you’ll only
take my hand.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Echoes bounce back
constantly, Reminders of transgressions,
blind Oppression, sad impressions, Allegations of what might
have been. Someone even wrote it down, Polished every detail,
printed, Sold it retail, turned a
profit Baked in mortal sin.

Prepubescent innocence is
quell To feed on fervorance, And dies e’er it becomes
intense Enough to feed the quakes. And we forget, or just don’t
care To read the notes of
yesteryear, And so are doomed beyond
repair To make the same mistakes.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Rent is due, funds are scarce
and The landlord is a putz. Johnny’s failing all his
classes. Suzie is a klutz.

Momma says she needs new
shoes. Dad needs a new shirt. Both bemoan the plight that
comes with Being poor as dirt.

Grandma called. She thinks
that Grandpa Should be in a home. Can’t remember diddly-squat, His mind has turned to foam.

Bubba fell out of the truck; Broke an arm and leg. Won’t be working for a while.
At least he saved the keg.

Aunt Fannie’s getting married
For the twenty-second time. A slight exaggeration…. But It should be a crime. Maybe I’ll sit down tonight
and Write the Lord a letter, Offer up a midnight prayer and Hope that it gets better.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Left unfinished, Left unstarted,Left for someone else to do. Right a wrong. Write a letter. Right wing. Left wing. Nothing new. Preaching, teaching, Reaching forward. Backward, sideways. More delays. Laboring Procrastination, Bellicose to boast malaise. Don’t demure to Sinful sloth, Sob and sigh for jobs undone. Do the deed to Damn the doubters. Slam the slobs who shun the sun. Sit up. Get up Off your ass. Although vision may be hazy. There’s no season, There’s no reason left For being too damn lazy.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Earthbound and shackled byConstant confusion, daily
profusion of Sanctified sacraments, Fretting the gamut of secular
musings, Seeking a meaningful,
practical pose. Wherefore and what for, Therefore and much more. Searching and lurching, Gasping for air, Grasping a dare to break free
Of the confinesDefy all the gravity holding
me here. What then to do?Where then to go? Do I find Valhalla
or Brigadoon? So many places to fly in the
heavens. Venus…Mars…Or just to the moon.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Born of serpents to the
darkness. Raised in shadows, out of
sight. Stalking stealthily the night
To prey on poor unfortunates. Creeping out from under rock
just Far enough to test the air. Lashing out at those who dare
to Cross your wayward
slitherings.

Sunday, July 09, 2017

How did you grow to be so high?Taller than any building I knewIn my youth. Your limbs a cloudFar above my head. Your carpets the Soft down of my favorite pillow.You have grown older and wiserThan any human I know or have knownIn my short term on Earth.And you will be here long after I’ve gone, putting on showsFor all who enter your chapel.Your lush needles fold around meHolding my heart as a wood nymphTickles my feet and the robinDelights my ear with gleeful song.The show begins as a cloudless skyRefuses to penetrate your sacred shrine.And I am left with an endless treasure,One that I’ll own til all passes away.

Saturday, July 08, 2017

I
do not know you, Xanadu, With
all your secret mysteries, Your
sultry siren softly singing, Strumming
on her dulcimer.

Steeped
in all your grandeur, were you Meant
to be for fools like me? Standing
at your intersect, No
direction, no desire. Who
will taste your pleasures now that You
have turned to icy stone? Must
they strap on spikes of steel To
trek the tundra you endure?

And
what of oceans, dark and deep Beneath
your frozen forestry? Do
your creatures lurk in stealth To
bite the hand where once they fed?

Time
and trial and so unkind the Pictures
left to memory. I
do not know you, Xanadu. Perhaps
I never will.

Friday, July 07, 2017

Life is just a set of options;Decisions to be made.Pathways always branch in at leastTwo distinctive ways.Taking one, we leave the othersQuite unknown where they could lead.Options beckon, pleading, urgent,Pressing us to pay them heed.No one promised it was easy.No one said, "You’ll know the
way."We can only look and learnAnd choose new options every day.

There are times when a
well-spoken word Can bring peace to a troubled
world, But lately the words between
us Only get in the way. The more that we talk, the
more we sound bitter Til the words finally cut to
the bone. I believe that it might have
been better To just leave it alone.

The world will keep turning,
and Hearts will keep yearning In whispers that speak soft and
low. But your words undo me, The anger cuts through me, And I simply can’t let it go.

A handful of laughter can’t
hide All the heartache we hold
inside. There’s just not much left to
say When the feeling is gone. If we can’t learn trust in
each other There’s no need to talk at
all. We might as well talk to
ourselves And just leave it alone.

Wednesday, July 05, 2017

Maybe Elton John could have Done a better job, Or John Denver in his subtle
and bemused Befuddled way. They knew the nuance needed, All the buttons to be pushed To make all the ladies tingle
As they gently swoon and
sway. But This song’s for you. No one else can steal the
show, And I know it’s true That our love can only grow. Right from the start It’s as if I always knew That my heart will always
sing A song for you.

True love is forever Or at least that’s what they
say. When you find that special
someone to adore. You find it growing stronger Every minute, every day, Strolling hand in hand Through every open door. And

Monday, July 03, 2017

Cool up here… Cool enough to ask for an
extra blanket, But I won’t ask. Don’t want to bother those Already settled, Already sleeping.

Far too excited Too restless to sleep up here
in the clouds Where angels tread. Waiting, hoping that one will
float by, One… or a multitude Heralding gospel, Rescuing downtrodden, Offering comfort in times of
need,

Whispering softly into my ear
Until at last Blissful sleep finds my
pillowAnd I am transported To a throne on high.

I believe in every heart There lives an inner dream Walking hand in hand with
hope Waiting for the day When just a touch, a fleeting
glance Can sometimes lead us on To a land where miracles Are common so they say. I believe in miracles. I see one every day. When I look into your eyes I know that it must be true. Never stop and never doubt That Heaven looked my way. I believe in miracles. I believe in you.

You were only passing
through, Could have walked on by. Never gave a second thought To this poor fool’s company. But Heaven must have
intervened When that sunbeam caught your
eye, And beckoned you to follow
through And led you here to me. I believe in miracles. I see one every day. When I look into your eyes I know that it must be true. Never stop and never doubt That Heaven looked my way. I believe in miracles. I believe in you.
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When I met you we couldn’t
have been happier. We had everything lovers can
desire. There was never a doubt in my
mind Our story was forever. I called you my angel
straight from paradise With a voice singing sweetly
like a choir, And a promise you’d always be
true And you would leave me never.
ButBeware of angelsMaking promises that they can’t keepBeware of angels Breaking hearts and leaving scars so deepBeware of angels. Leaves you weeping through the lonely night.Beware of angels.No one can say what makes
love fade away, No body even wants to know. But even an angel can change And not know the reason why. But the touch of your
fingers, The tear in your eye, Saying, “Darling, it’s time
for me to go”, And my heart stops beating as
I realize This is goodbye. SoBeware of angelsMaking promises that they can’t keepBeware of angels Breaking hearts and leaving scars so deepBeware of angels. Leaves you weeping through the lonely night.Beware of angels.
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